Holdin' Na

Going down, say bitch, tell me what you think about me? I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's And I got a candy '84 on 3's And I keep these R and B bitches on they knees I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game Nigga, you're a lame, you ain't holding like Sweet James They on my phone, call me Sir Jones Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome 20's on the car, keep a pint of bar Gripping on the wood, playing above the law Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do do Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Man, I break the scene, way before I became a king Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring Music orientated, so when the rap game originated I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it I made it to levels that other players only dream Brought heat to the scene, make the women on me cream And my money went to green from poppin' chrome And plus I got my self a jazzy yellow to bone Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it 'Cause we holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na And it's the whole third coast and we control it na Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar Four TV's in my cars, I'm a ghetto star Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin' We got these broads steady trippin' 'cause it platinum we shippin' From Clover Land to PA, it be on for life And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife And if we at the light you might lose your ice It's the C the N to the O-T-E And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG I put it down for and that SUC We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na